After Transmigrating as a Scum Alpha, I Marked my White Moonlight Omega - Chapter 21

Jiang Nan was so startled by Song Mo’s words that her face almost turned into a series of black question marks. Hiding behind Lin Yu, she poked her head out to witness this scene.

Wait, what kind of situation is this now?

Shouldn’t the Protagonist Alpha be saying this kind of thing to Lin Yu?

Why would… Could it be that Song Mo is using the shower as an excuse to flaunt her “perfectly sculpted body” to make me, a weakling, back off in shame?

Siba (Damn it), as expected of a domineering, black-bellied Aggressive Lead like Song Mo!

This is really infuriating.

Just as Jiang Nan decided to accept the challenge, Lin Yu—who was blocking her—flatly refused: “No. I don’t agree.”

Song Mo, lying on the sofa, ignored Lin Yu’s words and kept her gaze fixed on Jiang Nan, wearing a half-smile as if waiting for her answer.

Jiang Nan slowly stepped out from behind Lin Yu, scratching the back of her head with a dry laugh. “…Taking a bath is indeed a problem, but if Song Mo wants a bath, it’s definitely better if I do it.”

Hearing this, Lin Yu turned to look at her with surprise flashing in her eyes. She immediately shot Jiang Nan an “eye dagger,” staring her down as her fist clenched instinctively. She asked through gritted teeth: “Say that again?”

Seeing her wife’s terrifyingly gloomy expression, Jiang Nan immediately caved, waving her hands frantically in explanation: “Wife! Both she and I are Alphas. I can’t let an Omega like you bathe her, right? That’s way too dangerous…”

Lin Yu: In this situation, who exactly is the dangerous one?

Seeing that Lin Yu’s face was still incredibly ugly, Jiang Nan assumed she had interrupted the intimate interaction between the wife and her “official partner.” Her heart felt sour, and she felt even more certain that her wife… was starting to develop feelings for Song Mo.

What do I do?! My wife is going to run off with someone else! Wuwu.

Lin Yu knew Jiang Nan was simple-minded, but she didn’t expect her to be this oblivious. She stepped forward, grabbed Jiang Nan’s wrist, and pulled her toward the bedroom. She slammed the door shut with a resounding bang, leaving Song Mo on the sofa pouting wordlessly.

Jiang Nan was dragged into the room and hadn’t even reacted to the situation yet. Just as she was about to ask what happened, her chin was forced upward, and her lips were powerfully invaded by a sudden force.

“Mmph, Wife… what are you doing? Song Mo… she’s still outside.”

Seeing Jiang Nan was distracted even while kissing and still mentioning that annoying person, Lin Yu’s brow furrowed tightly. She broke the intense kiss and said in a deep voice: “I want her to hear. Why? Are you unwilling?”

Jiang Nan was instantly petrified. Wait, Wife’s kinks are so diverse?

Last time it was pooping with her in a restroom; this time she likes being heard by outsiders during sex?

Seeing Jiang Nan dazing out even at a time like this, Lin Yu felt a surge of irritability and an urge to possess. She fiercely sealed Jiang Nan’s lips again and said harshly: “Even if you’re unwilling, you have to be willing.”

Jiang Nan felt that Lin Yu was a bit “off” today, but the pheromones her wife released made her legs turn to jelly instantly. She took the opportunity to strike back with even more ferocity.

The air was filled with the sound of wet tangling and the lingering, enchanting scent of overlapping pheromones.

Jiang Nan had been worrying all day about her wife being snatched by the Protagonist Lead. Her wife’s rare initiative today acted like a powerful reassurance, letting her drown in the moment with peace of mind.

“…Not enough. Again.”

Lin Yu’s words were the final line of defense to crumble Jiang Nan’s gentle treatment. Those teary, deep-grey eyes were filled with the afterglow of pleasure, and through her slightly parted mouth, one could see her pink tongue.

It was absolutely lethal.

Song Mo, still in the living room, couldn’t help but hear the various cries and wet sounds coming from the bedroom due to the poor soundproofing of the rental.

Song Mo lay on the sofa, irritably rubbing her forehead with a furrowed brow, but a curve soon appeared at the corner of her mouth.

Tsk. This is quite a torment.

She thought as she listened to the sounds, seemingly searching for the voice that belonged to Jiang Nan. After a long while, she smacked her lips in satisfaction and whispered: “Found it… it really sounds beautiful.”

Song Mo’s deep, dark eyes narrowed slightly. She licked her lips as if she had discovered something extremely interesting. Listening to the suggestive sounds from the room, she closed her eyes in pleasure and drifted into a dream.

When Jiang Nan woke up, she felt her wife’s head nuzzling against her. The tickling sensation woke her up. Opening her eyes, she saw Lin Yu licking her collarbone. Soft strands of hair rubbed against her chest, triggering wave after wave of stimulation.

Wife, why so proactive today?

Could it be… the “break-up” last hurrah?!

At this thought, Jiang Nan’s body stiffened. Lin Yu seemed to feel the movement and looked up, asking in a raspy, curious voice: “What’s wrong?”

Jiang Nan didn’t have the heart to say what she was thinking. Fearing that if she broached the subject, her relationship with her wife would be over, a flash of disappointment crossed her eyes.

She shook her head, pulled Lin Yu into her arms, and answered: “Nothing.”

Lin Yu, lying in her arms, lowered her eyes. Listening to the heartbeat in the other’s chest, with the lingering flush on her cheeks, she nuzzled her like she was acting spoiled and gave a soft “mm.”

Lin Yu felt she was acting strange. She clearly didn’t “like” Jiang Nan, yet Song Mo’s arrival had triggered an inexplicable panic and irritability.

She hated this sense of crisis controlled by emotions; it was like a blade hanging over her head at all times—one slip and she would be shattered.

Is this… jealousy?

But it’s impossible for me to like Jiang Nan! How could I fall for a scum Alpha like her?

…But then, why does my heart feel a sharp pain and itchiness like it’s been pricked by needles?

Is it the pheromones, or is it that I can’t stand the possessive urge of Jiang Nan being taken away?

Lin Yu felt the more she thought, the messier it got. She immediately broke free from Jiang Nan’s embrace, got up, and dressed. She grabbed the pack of cigarettes from the nightstand and walked out of the bedroom.

Jiang Nan watched Lin Yu’s actions and, before she could ask anything, felt her wife’s mood today was very odd.

From being overly proactive at first, to begging her to continue, and now silently leaving with a blank face and a cigarette.

Could it really be as I thought—today was the final “session” before the end of our relationship?

At the thought, she felt so sad. Wuwu.

When Lin Yu walked out with the cigarettes, the clock on the wall pointed to 6:00 PM. The person who should have been on the sofa was now on the narrow balcony.

Song Mo held a cigarette Lin Yu had left on the balcony earlier. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked up at the sunset, mostly blocked by buildings, puffing out a smoke ring every now and then.

She seemed to notice the sound of the balcony door opening behind her. She withdrew her thoughts and turned to see Lin Yu silently pulling a cigarette from the pack and lighting it.

Song Mo flicked the cigarette in her fingers and asked with a smile: “You don’t mind me smoking one of yours, right?”

Lin Yu took a drag of her own and replied flatly: “If I minded, you’d smoke it anyway.”

Hearing this, the smile in Song Mo’s eyes grew. She extinguished her finished cigarette in the nearby ashtray. “I didn’t expect that upon our first meeting today, you’d know me so well.”

She paused, noticed the displeasure in Lin Yu’s eyes and the dangerous warning being sent her way, and couldn’t help but continue: “Why the ‘stink face’ still? You got to ‘eat the meat’ all afternoon; the one who should be sad is me, right?”

Hearing this, a spark of anger ignited in Lin Yu’s heart. She turned her head, her face dark as she stared deeply at her. “What do you take Jiang Nan for? …To have the face to say such words, it’s disgusting.”

She knew the nature of the Wang family well—they were just perverts who were rotten to the core, inside and out.

She had thought Song Mo might be different since she was at odds with the clan, but it turned out… heh, they were all the same.

Rotten people who viewed others as playthings, only to discard them mercilessly once they grew bored and move on to the next game.

Song Mo wasn’t angered by Lin Yu’s words. She just took a deep breath and shrugged noncommittally. She didn’t find admitting the truth Lin Yu spoke embarrassing; instead, it further stimulated the distorted desire in her heart.

“Ha, ‘disgusting’? But what right do you have to judge me? …What is Jiang Nan to you, anyway?”

“Is she a lover, a partner, or really—as she says—your wife?”

Song Mo’s words were like needles stabbing straight into Lin Yu’s suffocating heart. Her tone was full of leisurely mockery, as if she had discovered something utterly hilarious.

Lin Yu’s fingers holding the cigarette trembled slightly. Her brow furrowed as she struggled internally. After a moment, she crushed the cigarette in the ashtray with a faint hiss of sparks.

She turned her head and met Song Mo’s gaze without backing down, accepting the mockery in the other’s words and striking back directly:

“At the very least, Jiang Nan likes me—not you.”

“That is enough, isn’t it?”